Cravings

A short poem I wrote.

What demons have I here?

The sacrificial alter beckons,

Bleeds and whines for mommy’s milk.

 

Can they sate the internal feast?

Young and full of vibrant life,

They touch and taste the salt on numbed beauties.  

 

What demons have I here?

Shredding organs by penetration,

To savor in the bounty of a disemboweled baby.

 

Can God answer the victim’s fatal moans?

The demons have built a fortress of corpses,

To wave their tongue ‘cross their lifeless legs.

 

Must they marry to void sin?

Might a priest stand by unearthed newborns,

Baptize them and turn to them, “Now rape the bride!”?

 

What demons have I here, inside?

I crave the dead gluttonously.

God may never hear their prayers.

They’ve long since fallen into night.

My demons, so warm inside, become me wonderfully.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A powerful poem and I like the story and questions raised in the poem. The poem felt like a tale written in the past create some wild visions.
"What demons have I here?
Shredding organs by penetration,
To savor in the bounty of a disemboweled baby."
Thank you for a outstanding poem.
Coyote